Saturday, November 22, 2003
Ok...Owww....I pulled my tricep this morning doing what i love to do...push ups. It hurts so bad that I was comoing out of Beniganns about to use the revolving door and i couldnt get out. I had to acctually walk into the door to get it to move..Im not a weak or small person, and I couldnt even get the door to move. Oh well...I got some new Marching Drum Sticks and I bought a harmonica...Im pretty good on the harmonica acctually...anyway...Peace.
Ok...time to complain...check this, I signed on to AOhelL this morning and my welcome screen appears. Now lets start off by saying, on anything other than the general parental controls, your not allowed to change the appearance of the welcome screen, so this is what I am stuck with...B2K Drops the Bada Bomb, Hilary Duff Rocks Live, Top AOL message boards ( Hip Hop, Fav. Movie, Guys Style Tips, Current Events and UFO's and Aliens ). Followed by, Horoscopes, Gothika Q&A, and some other horse shit.
Now let me add, I'm not your average teen ager. I am a very outspoken person, who just doenst happen to enjoy these teeny bopping skanks, this sorry ass excuse for music called rap, im not a supersticious person who happens to give a shit about my horoscope or whether or not some asshole in North Dakota who was sitting on his porch enjoying a schlitz happened to see some spots infront of his eyes and now thinks that E.T. is coming to probe him and take what little knowledge he has in his mind and take it back to their home planet. Now, with that said...I also dont care about some half-wits opinion on Britney Spears, who cant spell his way out of a paper bag. Also, I dont even know what the hell a Gothika is let alone want to read a whole goddamned article about it.
In conclusion, I am sick of being stereotyped. I wish I could find something here on Assholes Onine so I get slap them with a law suit that would send that god forsaken company back into the Ice Age. I wish I could customize my AOL welcome screen but these freakin Internet Nazi's that run the place wont let me. I hope their company goes bankrupt and they all burn in hell. I have read so much shit about that company, how they have some of the worst customer service ever. I agree with one person, that AOL is a virus. Please, if you have this service, do yourselve's a favor and get rid of it...You wont regret it....Peace.
Now let me add, I'm not your average teen ager. I am a very outspoken person, who just doenst happen to enjoy these teeny bopping skanks, this sorry ass excuse for music called rap, im not a supersticious person who happens to give a shit about my horoscope or whether or not some asshole in North Dakota who was sitting on his porch enjoying a schlitz happened to see some spots infront of his eyes and now thinks that E.T. is coming to probe him and take what little knowledge he has in his mind and take it back to their home planet. Now, with that said...I also dont care about some half-wits opinion on Britney Spears, who cant spell his way out of a paper bag. Also, I dont even know what the hell a Gothika is let alone want to read a whole goddamned article about it.
In conclusion, I am sick of being stereotyped. I wish I could find something here on Assholes Onine so I get slap them with a law suit that would send that god forsaken company back into the Ice Age. I wish I could customize my AOL welcome screen but these freakin Internet Nazi's that run the place wont let me. I hope their company goes bankrupt and they all burn in hell. I have read so much shit about that company, how they have some of the worst customer service ever. I agree with one person, that AOL is a virus. Please, if you have this service, do yourselve's a favor and get rid of it...You wont regret it....Peace.
Friday, November 21, 2003
YEHA EYEHA`! - This was said by my friend Tim just before he passes out on the keyboard after he had too much to drink....Can we all learn something here? lmao, Peace.
Thursday, November 20, 2003
Im so tired...i dont have the energy to die of tiredness...weird. Anyway, I have a lot of homework to do, but it'll wait. Sixth period was cool, I completley freaked this girl out....Now lets clear something up, if you know me well, as in you've met me in real life and everything, you know that im good for my facial expressions. I can make just about anybody laugh. I can keep a straight face, and im a good lier. Now, with that said, this girl, shes pretty cool, and nice, looks at me with one of those valley girl looks, with her eyebrow cocked in the air and her eyes squinty. She says "what are you doing here?!"...and I look at her. I put my serious face on and we stare at each other for like 10 seconds and she stops. And she's like...IM JUST KIDDING, IM SORRY! I kept looking at her, not laughing, and her friend is looking at me and shes laughing because the other girl is freaked out. And she looks away and I start laughing my ass off...she was so psyched out, some of my best work yet...Anyway, i thought that was funny...Peace!
Sunday, November 16, 2003
The Longest Traffic Light
I bought my guinea pig...just a little over 3 years ago. October 20th 2000, I believe is the correct date. Weeks prior to that, that was all I thought of. A guinea pig. A vibrant little creature with big eyes and long shaggy hair, a small mouth and an attraction to it that made me want one so badly...that I would pay any price. I went to the pet store and I looked thru the glass windows at all of the different one's. All unique in their won way. Fat and Skinny, Long and Short, Black, white, brown...and any color in between. I saw one that appealed to me. He was average. Average height, average width. Nothing too out of the ordinary, which was why I liked him. He was normal. Like me. I asked to see the cute little guy and if I could hold him. I fell in love. But it always seemed a bit diffferent. Like he was always a little afraid of me. But knew I meant no harm. I said I'd take him. 30 dollars isnt a lot...what the hell...they live for at least 7 years from what I have heard, a safe investment, and we'd spend the next years happy and content. He soon got big...not that thats a bad thing, just big. He weighed about 5 pounds and was about 14 inches long...rather large. We went through many a trial and tribulation. I must have changed his cage hundreds of times. He was great. Always cooing, and running around, eating a lot, just like me....A little over 3 years later would prove to be tough...we fast forward to now. He stopped eating his usualy pound of food a day and wouldnt be as active...I figured...hes middled aged...no big deal, he'll snap out of it. So I continued about my life until I noticed an unusual amount of slobber on his chest. We made it a point to bring him to the vet...No big deal, his teeth got too long and he couldnt function normally, so they just grinded his teeth back to normal size and were on our way...........THis morning I am awoken at 5:45 a.m....it is my mom with my dad over her shoulder..."The guinea pig isnt well"...I made a remark..."Well, if hes anything like me...He enjoys sleeping at quarter of six in the morning"...No one laughed...I dressed and brushed my teeth and was out the door in a few minutes...to the Emergency Vet. Orangle Blossom Trail and Principle Row...I didnt see that street sign...We drove down about a quarter of a mile and came to a red light...We were gonna make a U turn. At the longest traffic light...THis traffic light was unbelievable. Time sorta slowed down and I noticed there was no traffic at the intersection...It was crazy, I told my mom to punch it. We got to the vet and they were waiting for us. We came in and i put the cage down on the table and the nurse grabbed Wig (My Guinea Pigs Name) and took him to the back for further examination...I filled out the paper work, my mom too hysterical to do it. In walks the doc...I'll never forget the way he struted in and calmly told me that Wig had already died....Now my mom must make me feel as though it is my fault, I dont cry...ever, so she assumes that I have no feelings, and that I dont care. She makes me so mad. I think I broke the phone i slammed it down so hard. My computer is acting like an asshole now and I can install Diablo and the damn thing is humming because its not used to processing more than 1 byte of info per hour. Piece of shit. My life sucks. Its my fault my guinea pig is dead. My fault that goverment is corrupt. My fault that people are dying in Iraq. Its my fault
Wig (2000-2003)
I bought my guinea pig...just a little over 3 years ago. October 20th 2000, I believe is the correct date. Weeks prior to that, that was all I thought of. A guinea pig. A vibrant little creature with big eyes and long shaggy hair, a small mouth and an attraction to it that made me want one so badly...that I would pay any price. I went to the pet store and I looked thru the glass windows at all of the different one's. All unique in their won way. Fat and Skinny, Long and Short, Black, white, brown...and any color in between. I saw one that appealed to me. He was average. Average height, average width. Nothing too out of the ordinary, which was why I liked him. He was normal. Like me. I asked to see the cute little guy and if I could hold him. I fell in love. But it always seemed a bit diffferent. Like he was always a little afraid of me. But knew I meant no harm. I said I'd take him. 30 dollars isnt a lot...what the hell...they live for at least 7 years from what I have heard, a safe investment, and we'd spend the next years happy and content. He soon got big...not that thats a bad thing, just big. He weighed about 5 pounds and was about 14 inches long...rather large. We went through many a trial and tribulation. I must have changed his cage hundreds of times. He was great. Always cooing, and running around, eating a lot, just like me....A little over 3 years later would prove to be tough...we fast forward to now. He stopped eating his usualy pound of food a day and wouldnt be as active...I figured...hes middled aged...no big deal, he'll snap out of it. So I continued about my life until I noticed an unusual amount of slobber on his chest. We made it a point to bring him to the vet...No big deal, his teeth got too long and he couldnt function normally, so they just grinded his teeth back to normal size and were on our way...........THis morning I am awoken at 5:45 a.m....it is my mom with my dad over her shoulder..."The guinea pig isnt well"...I made a remark..."Well, if hes anything like me...He enjoys sleeping at quarter of six in the morning"...No one laughed...I dressed and brushed my teeth and was out the door in a few minutes...to the Emergency Vet. Orangle Blossom Trail and Principle Row...I didnt see that street sign...We drove down about a quarter of a mile and came to a red light...We were gonna make a U turn. At the longest traffic light...THis traffic light was unbelievable. Time sorta slowed down and I noticed there was no traffic at the intersection...It was crazy, I told my mom to punch it. We got to the vet and they were waiting for us. We came in and i put the cage down on the table and the nurse grabbed Wig (My Guinea Pigs Name) and took him to the back for further examination...I filled out the paper work, my mom too hysterical to do it. In walks the doc...I'll never forget the way he struted in and calmly told me that Wig had already died....Now my mom must make me feel as though it is my fault, I dont cry...ever, so she assumes that I have no feelings, and that I dont care. She makes me so mad. I think I broke the phone i slammed it down so hard. My computer is acting like an asshole now and I can install Diablo and the damn thing is humming because its not used to processing more than 1 byte of info per hour. Piece of shit. My life sucks. Its my fault my guinea pig is dead. My fault that goverment is corrupt. My fault that people are dying in Iraq. Its my fault
Wig (2000-2003)
I got angry tonight...AND IT CLICKED!...IT ALL FELL INTO PLACE. My whole goddamned life recently I have been angry and depressed and pissed off. I thought it was ALL me. And then it clicked. It isnt. Its not my fault. It the people I associate with's fault. They are the ones who drive me to the edge. The ones who make me want to freaking kill myself. Everyday, its the same thing...Should I or Shouldnt I...and now it all makes sense. And I hope that everyone who reads this thinks about it. How much you have pissed me off in the past, your percentage, and think about how much it is your fault! YOu people know who you are. YOu havent helped me once in the time I've known you. Its all give and no take...well I have one thing to say to you...KISS MY LILLY WHITE ASS ALL OF YOU DIRTY RAT BASTARD ASSHOLE SON OF A BITCHES...IM NOT SITTING AROUND TO HUMOR YOU ASSHOLES ANYMORE. If you really want to know if your one who has pissed me off to this extent, please IM me or just leave a comment under the post and ill tell you. Because you people are shit to me now...nothing but shit. ROT IN HELL AND WAIT FOR ME! Peace...to all of my friends.
